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“Certainly, my dear. There’s no need to return the clothes. They’re not that expensive anyway,” said the older woman.

As she helped Millie change earlier, the hostess noticed the fine texture of Millie’s garments, so unlike her own. She suspected that Millie might feel discomfort in her rougher attire.

Upon their exit, a dreamlike scene met their eyes: snow danced through the air ina fervent waltz, its grace captivating.

“Please accept this as a token of our gratitude, madam,” Derek urged, pressing a substantial amount of money into her hands before rushing to the vehicle.

The hostess’s eyes widened at the unexpected gift, her voice rising with alarm.

“What are you doing? I’ve already told you I won’t take money from you.”

Marcus cradling Millie as he trod through the snow. This powerful figure, now revealed

recovery, Derek’s thumb brushed against the

the hotel, Nancy retrieved a bottle of red wine,

match made in heaven. Let’s savor it,” she declared, her eyes

the glass,

they watched, she’d burst into laughter, a reaction that both startled and confused

his confusion apparent. The memory of Nancy’s rage earlier in the day, triggered by her defeat at Millie’s hands,

eyes gleaming with an enigmatic smile as she clinked her

the belief that Millie had perished in the cold.

had won?